A rather odd answer pops in your head.

So shocked by his question, and how badly your shopping experience has turned you can't even find the words you want to say, stammering you say, “Cocks, you are offering me cocks to suck while I decide, are you fucking insane? What I want is for you to let me free, suck cocks, like I am going to say yes. Fuck. Really you expected me to simply say, sure I would love to suck cock thank you. Tell you what, you bring me a big fat scaly dragon cock and I'll suck it. Otherwise let me go, now!”

“Right away.” He answers as he sticks the bit gag in place, twisting it till your mouth is held uncomfortably wide open. Yelling and gurgling you twist and turn yourself trying to free yourself from the position you are in for at least an hour till your energy is spent and you resign yourself to whatever fate brings. Finally a tug on the chain clamped to your nipples stirs you, twisting to see who it is.

All you can see in front of you is a torso that extends in all directions. It is black and seems almost metallic, it takes a second, but you realize it is the same as the armor. A scaled pair of massive hands grip your head and an unfathomably large cock head works it's way to your face. For a second you are thankful for the gag, as the cock in front of you couldn't possibly fit in your mouth, and at least the gag is metal, so it might give him pause. Sadly it does not. The claws gripping your head simply turn the crank that manipulates the gag till it opens wider and wider. The ring proves to be to much for your body and you can feel the bones in your jaw separate till you are sure you will die. Satisfied the beast stops cranking and his scaled metallic armored penis finds it's way into your throat. Your head is tilted back as far as it will go and the immense scaly creature plunges his cock into you. The massive member digs deeper and deeper till you are sure you can feel it within your belly.

“A gift for the wearer of my armor.” A deep rumbling voice echoes in your head as the member digs deeper and deeper till you are sure your body is going to burst. You are sure you can feel it fucking your entire body from the tips of your toes to the top of your head through your gaping mouth. Then it begins to pump you full of cum. Your body seems to be replaced by the liquid as it fills you to your very soul. The flow continues unabated till you are sure you must look like some horrible sex doll that was filled to bursting with water. Then the cock withdraws, slowly, till the head pops from your face. Your surely broken jaw is mashed shut with massive scaly hands and again the voice echoes, “Swallow.”

'As if it even mattered.' You think as you are now nothing more than a bag of cum, but you do as instructed and gulp as hard as you can. Gulping the mass seems to ignite within you and the tide of cum becomes a torrent of fire or acid as your body is undone. You scream with all your remaining strength as the river within you spews out as your body explodes, spraying what was once you all over the walls.

“Oh my god, I am sorry, are the clamps to tight?” Your vision clears and you see the shop keeper is standing in front of you, he has just attached the chain to your nipples and apparently given them just a little tug to make sure they wouldn't fall off. Everything after that, him walking away, everything was only in your head.

Also now in your head you hear something else, an echo of a word you have never heard before. Without a thought you say it, “Daragon.” As you do all of the bindings he clamped in place come free, and the helm falls from your head to the floor dissolving in a pool of acid, leaving only a thin black collar around your neck with the long thin leash still attached.

“Whoa, what did you do that for?” He asks. “Sorry I told you I was just showing it to you. I was going to take it off. Well hell, I guess you bought it then. That will be 200 silver.” Pulling out the silver bar, you hold it out to him, wordless and a tad confused. “Trade bar eeh. Let me see that.” He takes it over to a scale, then returns handing you 10 silver coins as change. “Thanks, sorry about the bondage, I just thought you seemed into it. That armor has some kind of magic in it so it can lock up like that, I thought you knew that. Once again sorry.”

With shocking ease you walk out of the store and onto the street. Several eyes stare at you instantly and it dawns on you that you still have in the massive butt plug, not to mention that your tits are basically saying, “Look at me.” Quickly you pull on the high collared cloak, the back covering your ass down to just below your ass, and the front leaving a line of skin visible, but covering your bare breasts. Your hand then goes to your gun belt and dagger and of course they are still in place. Last you sling the satchel over your shoulder, even more effectively holding down enough of the cloak to make you look interesting, sexy, and perhaps a bit naughty, but not indecent.

“You forgot your shirt.” Turning you catch the tossed chain shirt and tuck it in your pack. Finally wearing a pair of boots you turn your back to the shop and take the first long stride toward the south. As you run through the city you begin to notice that you seem a bit stronger, more agile, and quicker than before. Not to mention that your vision seems to have been enhanced by whatever really happened. As you run to the south, past the gates of the city, and into the desert, you also begin to feel something like a fire build within you. Concentrating on it you are able to call it forth, but all it does is make you instantly vomit, but it isn't your lunch that comes out, it is a 30' line of caustic acid.

As you run the rest of the day you can't help but smile and say, “Dragon armor.” Sadly it is an hour later before you have to relieve yourself and realize you forgot to pull out the butt plug. You really do try to resist the urge to finger yourself to orgasm as you pull it out. Which is when you decide to stop for lunch, and slowly pulling it in and out, you toss off one of the gloves, and hook a finger in your pussy as an intense orgasm rocks you to your core. Once you have it out, you take the massive thing, wash it off, and tuck it in your satchel.