Kerreth may have gone quite a long time since he last was allowed an erection or enjoyed any real pleasure, but that doesn't mean he doesn't remember what they were like. Oh, he remembers quite well~ He tries not to think about it, to spare himself what torment he can, but no matter how he tries to train himself there are times when his sheath stirs, presses out against his chastity cage, and before he can stop himself his mind drifts longingly to memories and fantasies of being an uncaged dragon. His cock strains for freedom, and he remembers how easily it could grow, before, and imagines how much of a relief it would be if only he could escape his sheath now, get out of that cage, let his cock grow stiff and heavy and eager to be touched... The thought makes his sheath throb within its prison, unable to fulfill his wish, so he can only let a paw reach down between his hinds to fondle his chastity, nudging it back and forth and feeling how his sheath bulges between the bars, barely even able to give himself brief gentle strokes that only tease his sheath, nowhere near the strong sensations his mind and his body both long for so desperately now that he's so aroused himself.

Oh his poor cock is aching, but he's too worked up, pent up to easily stop himself now. He rolls over to hump his bed uselessly, cage sliding smoothly back and forth across the soft surface, the thrusting motions helping him picture a dragoness's lifted tail, muscular flanks, a hot tight cleft for him to claim... Oh, he wishes. He grits his teeth and clenches his claws and humps faster, but the cloth against his straining sheath and the pressure of his shaft trapped so strictly in the little cage are no substitute for what he's imagining! A wordless, needy groan of frustration passes his clamped jaws, grind, grind, rub, nnnngh~ It takes a dozen more futile thrusts before he can force himself to stop, panting softly, arousal raging, cock throbbing with such fierce need. He can't take it!

Onto his back again, trying to hook a claw against the cage and tug, but there's not a millimeter of additional space to be gained, no more room for his shaft to grow no matter how hard it tries--and his fantasies aren't going away, either. It's so easy to remember times spent on this very pillow, snuggled up with a dragoness, and how her snout would drift between his legs... The thoughts drift through his head of a gentle nuzzle against his sheath, his balls, of slow teasing licks to draw him out--if he even needed the help--and then, oh, hhhnnnn! His cock is still throbbing so hard and he can't make it stop! How amazing it would feel when her tongue lapped over his flesh, and it's so easy to imagine her jaws parting to begin to suckle him, her head bobbing, tongue rubbing firmly over his length as she pleasures him... It would feel so good, and all he can feel instead is the torment of his tight chastity cage denying him even the slightest enjoyment!

"Come on! Nnnngh! Gotta-- Rrrrrgh," Kerreth growls to his empty cave, but no matter his need there's nothing he can do, no one he can even beg to for relief. He pulls on the lock, pulls on the two halves of the cage, no hope of freeing his throbbing, needy cock as the fantasy keeps playing in his head of a dragoness's snout bobbing between his legs. He can still remember how good it feels to cum, but stroking the cage with his paw can't even bring him close! No matter how much he fantasizes, no matter how hard his trapped sheath aches in desire, all the poor dragon can do is grit his teeth, groan in frustration as he throbs against his chastity cage, and long for a climax that remains so very far away.