Hueroc had made something of a habit of ordering the nearest kobold tribe to tie him up from time to time. With their trapmaking expertise, they instantly grasped what it took to restrain a dragon, and with their near-desperate desire to serve and please their local dragon-lord, it was far safer to entrust his submissive desires to the little bipeds than to a fellow dragon. To submit to a fellow dragon was to invite their true control over him: over his territory, over his hoard, they might begin to make demands of him the instant he was bound and unable to fight back, and he'd have virtually no choice but to give in!

The kobolds, on the other hand, did not present such a risk. They would only keep him restrained for exactly as long as he told him to, and they wouldn't be making demands or taking advantage of him; they'd only leave him be, or perhaps hold one of their worship circles around his bound draconic form that the little creatures found so divine. They were downright eager to serve dragons after all, regarding his good favor like a god's blessing, and while that perhaps wasn't the best for his ego it made them quite useful in all manner of ways!

Like tying him up. Today they came to him unprompted; usually he had to go and request their 'services,' but today they came to him: at least a dozen, all together, and carrying such a quantity of bondage gear that even that great number of them was sorely pressed to carry it all. Straps, collars, metal and leather and rubber and toys, the sheer amount of it made him blush, though he tried to act calm and unsurprised even while all the heavy gear made his heart flutter. "My good kobolds! I wasn't expecting you today. What has brought you here--with all of these tools?"

One of them, a little on the short side but with a bright piping voice, set down her burden and beamed up at him. "We know well how our dragon-lord wishes us to treat him! We thought we would invite him to enjoy our attention again! Our gift to the great dragon!" She bowed, and so did the rest of them.

Just the sight of all the restraints tempted him to accept the offer straight off, but even taking a few moments to consider, there certainly seemed to be no harm in it. He was neither hungry nor thirsty, and had patrolled his borders already that day; considering the tension between himself and one of his draconic neighbors, this chance to relax in bondage might even be welcome! The other dragon had made advances on his territory, he had checked him, but the other dragon seemed like he knew his way around a fight-- He wasn't certain he would win, and thinking about it worried him. Being tied up by his kobolds however... That would go far more smoothly. Far more thrillingly. It would take his mind off his troubles better than about anything else!

"Of course you may bind me. How thoughtful of you, to take such initiative. Shall we say, hold me for a couple of hours?"

She bounced excitedly on her little feet. "Whatever suits the great dragon best!"

Hueroc chuckled, amused, and at once all of the kobolds began to sort their gear and bring it to him, each of them reaching for one limb or another, and he obligingly stretched himself out on the floor of his cave to make it easier for them to reach. They began with a set of collars: three thick, sturdy bands of layered leather went around his neck, once at its base, one at the midpoint, and another just behind his head, the last of which connected to a head harness that presently hung open: until two more of them brought the other half of it forward, and the warm flush to his cheeks deepened when his gaze focused on it, and saw the thick shape of a phallic gag waiting for him. His claws curled, and he huffed out a hot, almost longing breath, before spreading his jaws and showing the kobolds all his teeth. Teeth which they would be safely binding away in a moment! The cool, stiff rubber slid along his tongue as they hefted it into his mouth, and he moaned softly at them, watching as they crowded around his head to buckle up all the straps: fitting the heavy panel around his snout, buckling it to the head harness, and closing the straps that pinned his jaws shut around the gag--good thing he had said right away what he wanted from them, because he wouldn't be getting a word out now! The green-scaled one to his left shivered when he met Hueroc's eye, and turning he waved one of the others over.

More than just one approached: while a tan-and-brown kobold did seem to have what he wanted--a blindfold, which made him softly moan again--the rest had evidently successfully sorted out what they wanted to do with his front legs, and were bringing over a set of long-sleeved mitts! He automatically lifted his paws for them, letting them slip each front paw through the rubber sleeves and into the padded, enclosing mittens at the ends, before his attention was far more urgently called back to the kobolds at his snout: they were not wasting time, and even as he felt securing straps close around his wrists to keep each paw in its mitt, the broad black leather of the blindfold descended over his eyes! "Hhmm, mmmnf--!" he gasped, and then the whole world went black around him, only a couple brief slivers of light reaching the corners of his vision until all went utterly, inescapably black as they got the blindfold arranged and strapped to his head harness with the rest.

He shivered, tongue pressing against the thick draconic cockgag filling his jaws. He was going to feel so powerless, this was just what he needed...

It seemed they weren't done with his head: he felt a couple of tugs to each side, and then there was the creaking sound of rubber as they pulled a latex hood over his head, fitting right over his gag and blindfold to even further stifle his senses. Sight was already completely gone, his voice was further muffled, and now his hearing was impact as well, if not quite so severely. And while one of them strapped a second head harness over top of his hood, his front paws were fit into a heavy legbinder, thick rubber laced up over his already-mittened paws to pin his front legs together: laced tight, and then strapped tighter still! "Mmmf!" he gasped from how secure it already felt, and then shuddered again, a little more violently with his tail lifted and twitching, as he tracked all those different sets of little clawed hands: two sets on his snout, one of them which had gone so far as to soothingly stroke his rubber-covered nose while another tugged and tested the head harness, with one or two more of them still working on getting his front legs fully secured.

Where were the rest? He felt them at his tail a moment later, as four full sets of hands urged him to bend it down into their reach, which allowed them to pull a long, heavy, laced sleeve up nearly the full length of his tail. He couldn't help but wriggle at the feel of it, even hearing their little yips and yelps and chattering in their own rapid tongue as they clung to him and kept up their work... and then a moment later he forgot about them entirely, when the cool well-lubricated tip of a toy nudged at his rear! His neck arched and he moaned, then again, almost eagerly through his gag when the ridged toy began to slip inside. Though surely it took quite a bit of effort for the kobolds, the pace felt good to him, the toy slowly but surely filling up his rear, spreading him, stuffing, the shape of it teasing its way along until it bumped past his prostate and he shuddered all over. "Nnngh--!" he groaned, his hips jerking forward, and he could feel his own shaft growing, pulsing with eagerness...

But with nowhere to go! Just as they were fitting that thick dildo into his rear, more of them pressed the hard, curved steel of a chastity belt against his underbelly, and though he flinched away--almost whining, as close as he was to getting out of his slit!--they stayed with him, and despite a couple of mournful moans from the dragon they so worshiped, they locked him into that chastity belt all the same! Straps fit around his flanks, up along the curve of his haunches, and once they were all fit tight the belt latched shut with a solid, very secure thunk! He whined, his cock already throbbing where its tip pressed against the inside of his belt, and it only pulsed harder in denial when a subtle knot pushing past his rump signaled that they'd hilted the dildo in his rump, and even locked that to his belt to make sure it didn't go anywhere... His hips rocked forward, setting a ridge on the toy against his prostate, and his hind claws curled from the sensation. So good, and already such a tease with his dragonhood locked away!

The kobolds were far from done, but the red dragon was descending deep into subspace already. It took only the lightest touches from the kobolds to get him to lift his hind paws, one at a time, and as they fit his remaining paws into their own secure, snug mittens he huffed, and groaned, his hips rolling slowly back and forth, feeling the toy in him, feeling the ache of his shaft trapped in chastity, and how helpless he felt already gagged and hooded and only barely halfway bound! As badly as he wanted to keep his hinds spread and his tail up, when they leaned on either haunch he brought them together, and he quivered and moaned as another legbinder closed itself around his hind legs, hugging them so tightly, pinning them together, until beneath the rubber and the laces and the straps they felt almost as one single limb, restrained, contained, useless...

He settled gingerly onto his side under their guidance, unable to track them all via hearing and touch alone, and especially not when his mind wanted to care for naught but the tease, the pleasure, the helpless denial... They were binding his wings now, fitting heavy sacks over them to pin them shut and hold them down, connected to a harness over his torso that also linked to the binders on his legs and his tail, and the collar at the base of his neck, and together with the cinching of buckles and the creaking of latex and leather he could hear little clicks, from all over, the sound making him tremble: more locks, securing all the straps that he already couldn't possibly open? His head tried to turn, but a tug on the harness made him straighten it out: they were hitching leads to him, everywhere, and the more he tried to move the more he felt them! Straps dangled from his collar, from either side of his head, from his wings and his harness, his forelegs, hinds, tail... They even strapped his tail to his hind legs, to keep it still, and he moaned, a little more urgently: he could hardly move now, he felt more tightly bound than they'd ever secured him before!

And that turned him on, almost indescribably so. Each of his limbs had been thoroughly, heavily bound, tied to his body, to another limb, to the leads they were linking to anchor points he'd drilled into the rock about his cave, to the point that he could hardly even imagine moving, let alone escaping from all of this! Where would he even start? He could not even see, not through the blindfold, and the hood, he could only rely on muted hearing to track the soft footsteps of all the little kobolds as they circled him, adjusting and tightening here and there, while his chaste cock throbbed and the dildo leaned on such sensitive points inside him... "Mmmhf. Mmmmmnnf... Mmm, mmnh!" He felt as if he could hardly even make a sound!

At last one of them patted his cheek and spoke to him. "Are you comfortable?"

He shuddered, and squirmed, and hesitantly nodded. He was achingly horny, and everything felt tight, but not distressingly so.

"Can you escape?"

Even when explicitly asked to struggle, his first instinct was to thrust, and he did: two, three, four times, while the big shaft teased his rear and his own ached and throbbed, trapped, dormant, unable to escape his slit! At last, moaning in heavy desire, he tried to test his restraints, but he hardly even knew where to begin: each paw was securely mittened, that mitten trapped within a legbinder, and when he tried to pull on those he could hardly even move, let alone feel as if he gained any space by struggling! With his tail in a sleeve, he could not even try to blindly poke at buckles with it... And his fangs were trapped beneath a hood, behind a panel, jaws wrapped tightly around another thick dragon-cock which cut off access to his teeth, to his fire, his sight and most of his hearing and-- and everything...! He thrashed briefly, but he felt defeated almost instantly, leads that tied him down snapping taut, every strap buckled so, so tight...

"Mmmmhff. Mmm-mmnn!" He moaned back, shaking all over, snout swaying back and forth. He was helpless, so so so helpless, more than they'd ever made him before, and his arousal raged in response--and even that was made helpless, thanks to his chastity!

"Just as the great dragon desires!" said the kobold, and then with the sound of skittering feet they withdrew--how far, he couldn't guess--to let him lose himself in his bondage.

And lose himself he did. He writhed, he arched and he squirmed, pushing his tongue against his gag and curling his claws and pulling on all the many straps and buckles and sheets of rubber that restrained him. He could hardly move! Very nearly the only thing he could do with any success was grind on the toy buried under his tail, and the more he squirmed, the more that took priority over everything else. Feeling so trapped, sensory deprived and powerless, it set his heart racing, set his shaft straining against the chastity belt even without the aid of stimulation, but with the thick toy deep inside him to keep him entertained, that directed every horny urge, every wave of lust and need into grinding himself against it, firm, steady, shuddering all over from the pleasure and the denial of his cock straining almost jealously against the steel that trapped it! And it felt good, so good, as the aroused thrill only heightened every sense that hadn't been taken from him, every touch, every burst of stimulation, and it just urged him on further. He writhed, pulling on the straps and made still hornier by the restraint he felt, and he humped, and his dragonhood pulsed and ached and pressed so hard against the inside of his belt as if at war with the pleasure that the dildo sent coursing through him!

He couldn't have said how long he spent thrusting, driven wild by desire and pleasure and by both how close and how very, very far he was from release; and he couldn't have said how long the sound of wings echoed distantly in his ears, before he realized just what he was hearing beneath the creaking and rustling of his gear, the rattling of buckles, and his eager, needy moans...

But now he heard another dragon.

"Hhmm-- mmm, mmmmf! Mmm-mmmmf mmmm!" he gasped, struggling to raise his voice through the gag and the haze of lust. He-- he couldn't defend himself like this, they had to come let him out, and fast! If the other dragon came close and realized he was this vulnerable--

"The great dragon!" There was a sudden burst of running footsteps, and even with his hips still bucking back and forth he stretched himself out as best he could to make it easier for them--

They must have run right past him. "The great dragon! The great dragon!" he heard them crying, over by the cave entrance now. Not him--they were referring to the other dragon!

Hueroc wrenched desperately at his bonds, his heart fluttering, breaths coming in short gasps. No-- no, he, they couldn't have-- He had to get out! Now! The wingbeats were ominously loud now, far too close, and from the way the kobolds were shouting surely the dragon was coming this way. He was running out of time-- out of time-- He couldn't get free! Everything was so tight and he couldn't move, he had to do something but he was trapped, the gag so tight, the chastity belt so tight, the toy felt so good--!

Heavy footsteps: the other dragon had landed, and he shivered when their scent reached him: it was indeed his rival, the big, muscular blue-scaled male dragon who lived nearby and had surely now come to lay claim to his territory--while he was utterly defenseless! Moaning urgently, he struggled as hard as he could, yanking on all the tethers and flexing his claws, trying to bite at his gag somehow, but all of it was resisting him! Claws trapped under so many layers, gag built to withstand where his teeth went around it, straps too strong and chastity belt so so achingly tight! He kept trying, and failing, and trying again, and humping desperately on the plug as somehow the other dragon's presence and his peril at falling into their grasp only sent his lust spiraling higher! "Mmm-- Mmmmmff! Mmmmmfff!!"

He was faintly aware of the kobolds praising the dragon, somewhere in the hazy distance outside the muffling darkness of his hood, and his lust, and the intense ache of his chastity. He was still struggling, but it was impossible to think in his arousal, in his anxiety, and that every single movement made the toy bump on his prostate and send another intense wave of sensation through him only made it harder to focus! The other dragon's steps were getting closer, closer, and still he was so thoroughly trapped--

"Well, well, well. My kobolds sure knew what to do with you."

Hueroc moaned and slumped down, shuddering all over--even with the conquering dragon right there in front of them, still grinding against the dildo, far too horny to stop himself. "Mmmmff!"

"I know, I know, I'm sure you still think of them as your kobolds. But when I demonstrated how much stronger I am than you, they were all too eager to do anything I told them." A pause. "Well, that and the hypnosis didn't give them much choice..."

He quivered, cock pulsing in need, still gasping through his nostrils with every breath. This-- they hadn't come here to make him happy--they'd been ordered, made to do so by the other dragon? It had all been a trap--!

"And you were all too eager to submit to whatever restraints they gave you. I have to admit, I wasn't too surprised when they told me how much you like this... I could just tell." He could feel the other dragon's breath on his neck, so close, unable to defend himself, and he shuddered violently--and still couldn't make himself stop humping, couldn't calm his arousal! "I didn't even have to hypnotize you into craving it..."

"Mmh-- lmmmmf, mmmm! Hhmmmf!" Hueroc didn't even know what he was attempting to say, overwhelmed by the bondage and his arousal and how submissive he'd felt even before the other dragon arrived, which had only grown more overpowering while the other male taunted him. He couldn't think, he couldn't control himself or calm his aching lust or even see the gloating expression surely gracing the dragon's snout, there was only that sinking powerless dread knowing that there was nothing he could do...

"Didn't know I could do that? I suppose you never got into range to let me tug on your mind the way I so ensnared your kobolds. Maybe we can take off that hood of yours sometime, and get your mind restrained just as thoroughly as your body, hmmm?"

His locked-up dragonhood only throbbed harder. He just couldn't stop humping the toy! "Mmmmmfff!"

"Relax. I'm not going to hurt you," he purred. "But know this: you are mine now. Your lands are mine, your wealth is mine, and you are mine," he said, and then gently he took the back of his neck in his fangs, the points of those sharp teeth digging gently into his scale. He froze in instinctive, irresistible submission--everything but his hips, which continued to grind, grind, grind, flooding the poor helpless dragon with pleasure and aching need even in such a moment of defeat, the subspace he'd been so eagerly wallowing in prior to his arrival only encouraging deeper surrender.

"That's it..." After a few moments, they released his neck, leaving poor Hueroc trembling all over. "You belong to me now. You're not a dragon any longer... only a piece of treasure, a part of my hoard. A prized treasure, yes, but still merely treasure, to be kept bound, and helpless, submissive... Needy..." His paw rubbed at his belly, and he couldn't hold back a trapped, desperate whimper when he teased along the edges of his chastity belt, shaft still straining so fiercely within. "I don't think I'll ever have a reason to let this out. It's not like treasure gets to breed, after all."

"Mmm-- mmm! Mmmf..! Mmmmmff! Mmmmhhhff!" Hueroc could hardly even bring himself to speak, after the way he'd so dominantly grabbed his neck, but-- he was so horny and so pent up already and the toy felt so good-- He, no-- Needed to get hard-- He thrust in short rapid jerks, his cock aching desperately like it knew just how trapped it was, while all his efforts did was flood him with more pleasure, push him closer, closer, and yet-- Not quite...!

"With how eagerly you're riding me, you're making me think you wanted me to claim you," he rumbled, and when Hueroc flinched, he nibbled his neck again, drawing more whimpers and shivers from the bound, needy captive. "Yes, that toy you're grinding on so energetically is modeled after me. Be sure to remember whose shape you're so enjoying, and who you belong to..."

Even that humiliation only sent Hueroc deeper into submissive lust. He trembled, he pulled on his restraints and whimpered helplessly, and then fell right back into thrusting, thrusting, feeling the knot and the ridges even more intimately now that he'd called his attention to them, how they teased him and sent such intense stimulation through him--got him so horny, and craving for more, and already desperate to find a way to get off on it!

"That's it, my treasure... Submit. Accept your new place, accept your bondage, how powerless, trapped, and chaste you are... The sooner you accept it, the sooner I might honor you with the hypnosis to make sure you never want to leave..."

Hueroc shivered, helpless in his restraints, moaning through his gag, blind and immobilized, trapped in his slit, trapped under wave after wave of helpless lust. Denial. Submission. He couldn't resist... Couldn't escape... Couldn't cum--! He thrust and thrust and thrust, while the dragon watched him, and taunted him, and his cock ached and his body trembled in arousal and need and he sank deeper and deeper into the dragon's power.